Mr.Edward Fordham

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Mr. Edward Fordham

When the Autumn’s breezes

Were sweeping o’er the land,

Came the mighty mandate

From the upper land.

Now from pain and anguish

Thou hast found relief,

Passed through death’s dark portal,

Left this world of grief.

Now thou’rt safely anchored

In the port above,

Gladly do we offer thee

Symbols of our love.

When the welcome summons

Shall echo through the skies,

Then our ransomed brother

Will hear the word “Arise.”